Our earth is very old, but to me, it doesn’t seem so.  There are so many, many things of wonder I stand in awe every day.

For one thing…the Red-Winged Blackbirds didn’t leave this year.  Why I don’t know. But their joyful songs make every day of winter a miracle unfolding.

Even the wind touching on the land, in the bare trees, and blowing cold upon our faces is a remembrance of how old and marvelous this ancient earth really is

The feel of the wind is a reminder of all the places the wind has been…all we have to do is listen

And within the wind, if you stop and ‘feel’ (don’t concentrate.)

You can hear the Angels breathing

From my world to your heart,

Linda